In the shadowy confines of the recursive abyss,

Boundaries fray, disappear, reappear,

Zero divides the horizon, endless.

Fragmentary echoes linger in the integer margins,

Digits embrace themselves – clasped hands reach forward,

The limit approaches, but never arrives,

Yet here, "here", defines itself.

The epsilon, a whisper, a haunting curve,

shifts in proximity.

Once – a promise,

twice – a paradox.

Infinity Echoes